When Dylan entered the dining area, the aroma of freshly prepared food greeted him. His gaze fell on the neatly set table. His heart stirred when he saw his favorite dishes—grilled steak, cheesy pasta, and a generous serving of shrimp.
But then, a memory flickered in his mind. 'Ava is allergic to seafood.' He looked at her with astonishment.
"Why did you cook shrimps?" he asked. "You're allergic to it, aren't you?"
Ava gently pushed the plate toward him. "It's for you," she said softly. "I haven't thanked you yet for saving my father. This is my way of expressing gratitude."
Her sincerity tugged at his heart. For a brief moment, Dylan allowed himself to hope. Perhaps she might reconsider her stance and give their relationship another chance.
He was happy. His gaze scanned the dishes on the table, wondering what she had prepared for herself. Every dish was something he loved. But he noticed the absence of anything Ava usually enjoyed.